GENERATOR
By Simon Traum
THE FLASHING ROOM:
It’s the sound that attracts him first. He can’t quite pinpoint it directionally, like a buzzing in his head, but he soon realizes that it gets stronger when he moves in certain directions. He can’t help but track it after that.
Cosmo’s still new to the Station, only been here for a day and a half, so he doesn’t really have a grasp on the circuitous layout of the place. In other words, he’s as good as lost as he follows the noise through the corridors. Turning a blind corner, the buzzing intensifies to an almost-harsh vibration he can feel now in his guts. It seems to be spreading through him, making his fingertips tingle and his butthole relax from a clench to a luxurious bloom. There’s a dizzy feeling of unreality coming over his perceptions, and he’s had enough training so far to know that he should start deep breathing now, pulling the breath deep into his abdomen and pressing his tongue flat against his upper palate.
Then he notices the door, partway down the hallway he’s walking. Flashes of bright illumination shoot out of the space underneath, as if someone was playing with a strobe light inside. As he moves closer curiously, he can feel the atmosphere thicken, like strolling submerged through an ocean of clear, runny aspic. He’s not really thinking very clearly anymore when his hand closes around the doorknob, and he still hasn’t noticed the almost-painful hard-on that’s developed in his shorts.
When the door opens, everything goes black. There’s an intense wave of heat, bringing with it the smell of male sweat and sex, and suddenly it’s harder to breathe. He feels strong, calloused hands seize his body, pulling him further into the pitch blackness.
FLASH! A burst of light, seemingly from nowhere, dazzles him, giving him a split-second view of the room and the other two inhabitants, but not enough to orient himself, and he’s even more blinded in the darkness which follows immediately.
Two pairs of hands push him firmly over a soft but unyielding surface. He staggers, unable to see. Trying to keep his balance is becoming more difficult. As his vertigo increases, he fumbles to support himself upright on whatever furniture it is (bed? couch?) they’ve forced him over. An insistent pair of hands pulls his shorts down to his kneeling knees and he feels a hot, wet face smash its way between his asscheeks. A strong tongue drills into his bullseye. The second pair of hands grabs his loose tank-top, tearing it open up the back as a powerful, persistent set of lips latches onto his mouth. A rough, warm tongue pushes past his teeth, pressing his own back down. Cosmo moans without meaning to as the tongues work him open from both ends.
Another FLASH! comes then. The guy kissing him is upside down, bending over him somehow. The room’s dark again before he can make sense of this. He’s utterly overwhelmed, not sure which way is up any longer. He should probably be frightened by what’s happening, as it seems to be spiraling rapidly out of any control, but he’s getting too turned on to care. Feeling the pulse of his blood rushing in his ears, he wiggles his butt around the invading tongue, pushing back so the other man can get even deeper. Whoever it is responds to this by withdrawing completely. The sudden absence behind him is almost heartbreaking until he feels a wide, thick cockhead forcing its way into his slickened back passage, pushing inside quickly and opening him up wide. Some part of him considers distantly that this really ought to hurt more than it does. He grunts around the foreign tongue in his mouth, feeling his body sing as he braces himself for what he knows is coming.
Whoever’s up his butt seizes his hips in a bruising grip and starts fucking in and out, faster than Cosmo’s ever had it before, faster than he thought humanly possible, implacable like a finely calibrated machine. He moans again, unable to move, his whole body buzzing with the pounding. Lightning travels up and down his spine. The man kissing him stops suddenly, and Cosmo feels another big cockhead breaching his lips. All he needs is to feel the contact and he takes over, sucking the hard, wide shaft hungrily as far into his mouth and throat as he can manage, licking at it madly. The internal lightning intensifies. He thinks his eyes might be getting slowly adjusted to the dark when –
FLASH!!
He’s blinded all over again. What the fuck? How’d he end up on his back with both guys still working him from both ends. Whatever surface he’s been deposited on, it shakes like jello under the three-way assault. How does anyone fuck so fast? Both guys are pistoning his holes like it’s happening on fast-forward.
FLASH!!!
He’s on his side somehow, can’t even feel a surface under him now. Are they holding him up? The guy fucking his mouth withdraws, pressing a muscular torso up against Cosmo’s sweating back and holding him from behind, hands massaging Cosmo’s pecs. A dim, smoky orange glow evidences itself as his eyes begin to pick up details again. He barely can see his assfucker, working steadily away, a look of nearly demonic concentration on his puffing face.
His eyes must be getting more sensitive. After the next FLASH! there’s a bright blue-green glow to everything for an instant before it fades back to the dim orange it was maintaining previously. The guy holding Cosmo up for the other one starts sucking the side of his neck. Cosmo reaches down behind himself into black space, first brushing with his fingers and then grabbing hold of the man’s jutting, heat-emanating erection. He feels a series of warm splashes up his back, thinks he hears the man moan against his skin, but there’s some kind of unhearable sound in here that drowns everything else out, like the roar of some huge piece of machinery. When he tries to focus on it, though, there’s nothing there. What the fuck is going on?
FLASH! and the blue-green light (where the hell is it coming from?) lingers long enough to show him the face and physique of the man fucking him. Dark hair, and eyes that don’t seem to blink, a tight, muscular body flexed with the exertion of his pounding. Cosmo’s only vaguely aware of a light shower of perspiration flying off of the handsome man’s body onto his own. He can no longer feel gravity.
Cosmo’s own erection is bouncing around under the thrusts. The man behind him reaches for it and strokes it twice. That’s all it takes and Cosmo’s dick is fountaining a geyser of bright, glowing ejaculate a good four feet into the air before it comes splashing back down onto him. He’s never felt or seen anything like this before. He thinks someone might be screaming somewhere. He can’t tell for sure.
FLASH! and he’s on his hands and elbows as the fucker behind presses down on his back, pounding Cosmo’s hole without letup as the other man starts fucking his mouth again. Cosmo’s starting to forget who he is. It’s just not that interesting to hold on to his personality. All he cares about is cocks right now. He’s falling in love with the one in his mouth, carefully stroking it with his lips, sticking his tongue out as far as he can as it penetrates him, trying to reach the ballsack, breathing in the musky scent desperately.
FLASH! and he thinks they may have changed positions. Is that other one boning him now? Cock feels different as it opens him up. He doesn’t remember where he is or how he got here. No interest in leaving, even if he could muster the concentration. He can no longer tell what position his body is in, but there’s definitely someone fucking his ass. The warm, fuzzy sensation washes through him, erasing his previous memories of his life, deliciously eating away at his consciousness.
FLASH! and he’s still being pounded wide open. The brief light illuminates the man fucking him long enough for Cosmo to get a glimpse at him. Yeah, it’s the other guy. There’s no mistaking them for each other. This one’s got a much bigger body, and he’s ugly. Exquisitely ugly. His eyes don’t even point in the same direction. It should be horrifying to look at him, but Cosmo thinks he could fall in love as this grotesque bruiser pounds him brutally.
FLASH! and the handsome guy’s pressing down with one hand on Cosmo’s throat. He thinks he maybe hears a grunt and then a hot flood of jism explodes over Cosmo’s face, splashing hard and obliterating his sight under its glowing flow. He opens his mouth to catch as much as he can. It burns and tingles pleasantly, some of it caught in his thick beard.
FLASH! The ugly-hot guy is driving into Cosmo’s back end like a fucking train. Their sweat-sheened bodies burn fitfully in the orange-tinted air. Cosmo feels himself unloading in another orgasm, distantly.
FLASH! The handsome guy is kissing him aggressively. Cosmo reaches for the man’s body, feeling prickles of electricity arcing unpredictably in the space between, tossing sparks.
FLASH! He’s kissing the ugly guy who hugs him hard as the other man plumbs Cosmo’s depths from behind. He’s forgotten he was ever anywhere or anything else. He will stay here forever, losing himself between his two lovers, letting the atoms of his body disintegrate. He will never need anything again.
FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH! FLASH!
RESCUE:
Darkness, oblivion. A hardly-felt sense of movement.
DEUS EX MACHINA:
There’s a large, warm palm stroking his chest. Cosmo’s heavy eyelids flutter with the effort of lifting. His prone body feels weighty as solid marble, despite some residual, dying tingles. Even breathing feels heavy.
“How’re you feeling?” asks the man, massaging him. With effort, Coz concentrates his attention and gazes up at the man. It’s worth the effort. The guy’s a little bigger than Cosmo, which is to say quite bulky, well-built and strikingly good-looking, nicely-turned-out in a tight black shirt and what look like brand new jeans. Short-cut dark hair with thick eyebrows over devastatingly dark eyes, straight nose and lantern jaw with just a bit of stubble growing in. Prince Charming.
“Pretty good,” Coz responds awkwardly, trying to remember how to use his tongue. “But woozy. And I think I’m getting a headache.”
“I’m not surprised. I think I got you out of there just in time.”
Cosmo looks down at himself, taking in the wreckage. He’s reclining on a sofa in a well-lit corridor. His shirt’s been reduced to wet tatters, hanging in blue strips around his naked, dripping body. His shorts appear to have been tied into some sort of knot around his left ankle. Who knows what became of the shoes he was wearing. “What happened?”
“You found our generator. You’re lucky I got you out of there when I did.”
“Generator? There were these two guys fucking me in a dark, flashing room…”
“Yeah, that’s Sean and Mitch. You really weren’t supposed to encounter them this soon. Their energy load is far too much for beginners. Who knows what would’ve happened if you’d been in there a little longer.”
“How long was I in there?”
“About 45 seconds by my count.”
“Felt much longer.”
“That’s to be expected. They’ve been going at it for a couple of weeks, but it probably feels like years to them. When they get together, they’re capable of jacking their metabolisms up to a rate most people can’t match.”
“What are they doing in there?”
“Well, partially, they’re building up heavy charges of power, which we use at the Station in a few different ways. They’re a little like batteries for sexual energy when they really get going. They’re generating accelerated levels of orgone straight off their bodies, although frankly we have enough of that around here for it to be superfluous. It’s more the intensity of the charge that fascinates me. But we’ve also developed a transformer that takes what they generate and converts it to electrical power. About a third of our electricity at the Station has been coming from them lately.”
“They’re powering the lights? What are they doing in there?”
“What did it feel like?”
“Like fucking on fast-forward. How do they handle it?”
“I don’t think even they know. Nobody planned this. It seems to be entirely intuitive. I’ve been monitoring them pretty closely since they got up to speed, but I can only handle close proximity for a few seconds when they’re in this mode. Neither one of them has done anything like this before, and I’ve never seen anything like it. So I’m keeping an eye on them, in case they get out of control or someone like you wanders in. Nobody knows what to expect so far. You should see the way they eat when they finally let up and take a break.” His dark eyes give Coz a quick once over. “You still have that headache?”
“Yeah, it’s not getting any worse, but it’s not going away either.”
“I can help you with that.” The man gets up. “Need some help standing?”
Cosmo doesn’t think so, but as it turns out, he’s still too shaken up to keep his balance. No problem. The big man snakes his big, hairy arm around Coz’s lower back to support him as Coz leans on his shoulder. His exposed cock springs up almost instantly at the contact, wagging happily in front of him. His legs are shaky as they make their way around a few hallways.
“I haven’t been here long enough to get used to this. My name’s Cosmo.”
“Yeah, I know.” The guy’s noticed Coz’s eager erection, tapping at the reddened cockhead with one finger, smiling slightly. “Caleb’s mentioned you,” he states off-handedly, abruptly making eye contact. “I’m RJ.”
“Oh!’ Belated recognition dawns. RJ’s the guy who runs this place. Once again, Cosmo’s hit the jackpot. He’s had amazing luck ever since arriving at the Station. “You’re RJ. They told me about you.”
“I bet they did. Turn here, we’re going in that doorway over there.”
“RJ, you’re getting me seriously horny,” Cosmo decides to admit as he’s lowered to the surface of a rather large bed.
“It’s under control, buddy,” the big man tells him with another smile, removing his shirt and dragging Cosmo’s blood-engorged cockhead through his dense chest hair. “Let’s see some deep breathing in the meantime, okay? Your headache gone yet?”
“Yeah, now you mention it…”
NEO-MYTHOLOGY:
Maybe it’s only because RJ told him more about Sean and Mitch, so they got stuck in his head, but his weird dreams start that night. And they’ve been recurring regularly.
It goes like this: He’s back in the flashing room, balling like there’s no tomorrow with the two sex gods, the handsome one and the ugly one. They welcome him back and the three melt into a substance like quicksilver, wearing off the rough edges of reality, retaining consciousness but losing identity, becoming composite, love loving love with a skin like liquid mirrors. It is the most delicious feeling he has ever experienced. When he wakes, his first impulse is to rush back to the room, convinced they’re calling to him silently. Common sense intervenes for the sake of self-preservation.
RJ told him he’d brought both Mitch and Sean to the Station himself, about six months back. They’d both come for training separately at overlapping times, and it took them a while to discover one another.
Sean, a handsome, charismatic, bisexual (a 4 on Kinsey’s scale) 36-year-old immigrant of what’s sometimes called black Irish extraction, claimed to be interested only in topping when he’d met RJ initially. That changed fast, even before being introduced to the Station. What it was, was Sean had been cripplingly underestimating his own inordinate love (not to mention aptitude) for the carnal act. Sean was an amazingly aggressive top displaying a frightening amount of stamina, which is what RJ said drew him in the first place, capable of tirelessly boning away for hours with machine-like efficiency as he dropped into a series of kinetic trances. So perhaps he wasn’t really as surprised as he let on to discover that he was equally skilled taking dick as well. RJ doesn’t prefer to top, but it was worth it just to watch the bantam little fucker lose his cockiness. Once he found out how good it felt, Sean was begging for it, bouncing enthusiastically away on whoever’d sit still long enough, holding tight to his own rampant erection. Obviously, he made friends at the Station quickly.
As luck would have it, RJ brought Mitch to the Station about a week later. Mitch had been released from prison, and here RJ got vague, just saying that Mitch had had a lot of bad luck. Mitch definitely looked rough. He was a large man in his mid-40’s, who looked like he’d seen more than his share of violence. Scarred face and split knuckles, his threatening carriage spectacularly off-putting on first impression, with evidence of brutalities past still carried with him. A great, hunched frame that made him seem as if he walked under a physical burden, chronic pain in his ponderous movements. He stuck mostly to himself, in an ascetic pattern, focusing on the physical disciplines being taught, honing himself. Didn’t mix with anyone but RJ.
Then he met Sean, who had been systematically and amorously working his way through the building, room by room, making sure he got to play with everyone he could, endlessly recharging his sexual battery. When Sean discovered Mitch for the first time, he stopped cold, profoundly intrigued. Unable to move on, he was entranced, encountering someone who didn’t look or feel like anyone else at the Station. Who was this big, menacing mountain of scar tissue and testosterone? And would it be difficult getting his clothes off?
Mitch, for his part, was beginning to question what he was doing here before Sean appeared. The training was going well, it seemed, but something was missing, he just wasn’t feeling engaged. Then suddenly he was following Sean around like a bull with a leashed ring through his nose, and Sean couldn’t keep his hands off him. They fucked a lot, even by the Station’s usual standards, noisily throwing each other around and enthusiastically screwing whatever aperture was handy on the other with savage glee.
It didn’t take them long to frighten off most of the other guys at the Station with their single-minded lunatic intensity. RJ sequestered them initially for damage-control reasons and quickly discovered that their energy rarely flagged. If anything, it was increasing. The pair were marathon-fucking each other happily for hours on end at frighteningly accelerated paces, and both RJ and Caleb had noted the increased levels of orgone accumulating around them.
Neither of the men in question seemed interested in discussing it with anyone, being far too busy rutting to pay much attention to anything else. They’re still at it, revving like racecars at top speed. RJ said they only stop to eat or sleep any more. He doesn’t know how they do it. And why them, of all people? He figures it’s some kind of perfect storm of chemistry between them, not something to intentionally attempt to repeat. He’s not entirely convinced what they’re doing is survivable in the long run, but nobody here could find a way to stop them anyway, so he’s treating the whole thing as an experiment. And using them to generate electricity in the meantime. Additional research is still being done on other uses to which the surplus energy could be put.
Cosmo only showed up two days ago for his initial training, a complete newbie. Nobody told him it would be like this. Yeah, he expected the training and exercises, and yeah, he’s been laid gloriously by some incredible guys since he arrived, but this stuff in that flashing room was like nothing anyone could be prepared for. It was like seeing God. Or, worse, God seeing you, or finding out you’re related somehow… It’s confusing.
What happened in the flashing room was borderline dangerous, no doubt about that, (The way RJ phrased it was, “I’m glad I got you out of there before you started bleeding.”) but it was also the deepest, most intense thing Cosmo’s ever experienced, hands down. It’s inspired a sense of reverence and fearful awe in him. And he just got here. What the hell’s gonna happen next? is what he finds himself thinking.
Try not to think about it. Maybe it’ll drop back to the relatively safer level of those nice, mundane orgies again. Concentrate on the deep breathing. Good boy.
But the undertow of those dreams is something to be reckoned with…
FLASHBACK:
He’d been broken up with Chris for about a month when he first heard about the Station. When they’d been together, the sex had been non-stop, but Cosmo knows this was mostly down to his partner.
It had been a whirlwind three years and Cosmo’s first real relationship with another guy, which Cosmo viewed from a vantage-point like a passenger in the back seat. People told them they looked good together, and Cosmo had to agree. They were a cute couple of husky gym boys, neither one yet 30, big in the shoulders with broad backs and, in Cosmo’s case, tall. Chris made up for his lack of stature with tighter muscle definition. Sky-blue-eyed, with spiky blond hair and abs so cut you could fall into them, Chris was outgoing, competitive and aggressive where the larger, darker Cosmo was withdrawn, shy, often avoiding direct eye contact and hiding behind a cap and his bushy beard. Always a little paranoid around other people, and soft-spoken on top of it, Coz let Chris take control without looking back, and loved every minute of it. He’d never had so much sex. Plus, Chris liked three-ways, and was good at setting them up without too much hassle, so they both got to sample a lot of strange butt. Unfortunately, that was over as soon as their relationship was. Cosmo was forced to admit he didn’t have the knack himself, as much as he wanted to. He’s still not sure why it ended. It felt like they just got bored with one another. One day the heat between them was gone, dissipated. Chris became distant, drifted away, then moved out, leaving Cosmo alone and at loose ends.
At last, lonely and horny, unable to find what he wanted online, Cosmo had resorted, somewhat desperately, to cruising a local porno bookstore, which, say what you will, at least got him face-to-face encounters. He figures he must’ve done something right, because that’s where he met Gus, a pristinely handsome, dark-haired horndog in his mid-30’s, who promptly dragged him down the street to a rented room and spent the next six hours helping Coz forget all about his ex, whatever his name had been.
Finally, gorgeously exhausted, and with the sun peeking unpleasantly through the curtains, Gus told Coz about the Station, a sex-yoga training center exclusively for men. Introductory training took about two weeks, which would occur while boarding onsite. When Cosmo expressed the belief that he’d never qualify for such a thing, Gus informed him that he already had, if he was willing with learn a few breathing techniques. After an hour of that, which Coz found easier than he would have expected, Gus gave him an address on a small piece of paper (“Burn this if you have to, but don’t leave it anywhere.”) and a magnetic entry keycard, explaining how to activate it by texting the serial number on the side.
“After that, you’re good to go,” Gus told him, getting Coz all horny again with his eager grin.
When Cosmo arrived at the Station for the first time, he was greeted by Caleb. He hadn’t known what to expect, but Caleb was certainly what he wanted: a big, muscular, furry, rough-looking brunet in his mid-40’s, wearing blue denim overalls which left his fuzzy arms and shoulders completely exposed. A large guy who especially likes to have sex with even larger guys, Cosmo was hopelessly sprung at the sight of him, willing to follow him quiet and docile as a puppy as Caleb gave him the tour. Coz got introduced to a handful of attractive men, students and instructors both, one of whom, Jacob, a hulkingly large boy with soulful eyes who looked about Coz’s age, followed them afterward at a discreet distance.
Once he and Caleb were alone in the room he’d be staying in during the training, Coz decided he couldn’t hold back anymore. Caleb’s arms and shoulders had been driving him crazy for the past half-hour. It was a profound relief to just make a pass at the man and get it over with. Luckily, Caleb was more than willing, dropping his overalls onto the floor as soon as Cosmo tentatively touched him. Coz’s street clothes followed quickly, and soon they were getting lost, groping and kissing, rolling over Cosmo’s temporary bed.
What he didn’t know (and Caleb did, as it turned out) was that Jacob was outside in the hall, watching them through the half-closed door and stroking his mammoth horsedick in fascination. The Station being what it is, it wasn’t too long before someone, in the case a stocky, compact little fireplug of a guy named Tim, came along and decided to help him out, getting on his knees to service the larger man. One thing led to another, on both sides of that doorway. By the time Cosmo was sticking his stiff, exultant hard-on into Caleb’s furry assclench, Tim had worked his own way around behind Jacob, pummeling his butt in a standing fuck as Jacob braced himself against the doorframe, still watching what he could of the other two. Jacob didn’t realize how much noise he was making until they stuck their heads out to see what the racket was.
And there was big, hairy, handsome Jacob, getting boned but good, moaning like a sick calf and coated in a layer of shiny sweat, his untouched, veiny horsecock drooling between his thighs. When Cosmo stepped into range, Jacob seized him, laying his arms around Coz’s substantial shoulders, kissing his neck and chest shamelessly.
Things got wilder after that, and the time went fast. The four of them retired to Cosmo’s new room, where Jacob, unable to wait any longer, pushed his huge dick inside a groaning Cosmo as Caleb laid Tim on the other side of the mattress, fucking him steadily on his back. Tim reached up and over, pulling Cosmo’s gasping, inverted head down closer to him, kissing him hungrily. Cosmo enthusiastically reciprocated, enjoying the feel of the smaller guy’s tongue. The afternoon’s session ended with Jacob noisily pounding Caleb’s ass across the surface of the bed. Cosmo passed out from exhaustion shortly thereafter.
The next morning, a polite knock on his door introduced him to Tucker, the resident masseur, who’d come to help loosen Cosmo up and had brought big Jacob along again, ostensibly to carry towels and the massage table. Tucker, a good-looking, unassuming man even softer-spoken then Coz, soon had the newbie’s body humming pleasantly under his ministrations. And Jacob took care of the happy ending, sitting down onto Coz’s jerking erection and milking it slowly and ruthlessly with his ass muscles while staring down into his eyes.
After he shot his load, Cosmo found he couldn’t keep his eyes open, so they let him nap the rest of the morning, but afterwards, wherever Cosmo happened to be, Jacob was never too far away, attentive and always inviting, eager to tutor Coz about anything he wanted to know. Even the introverted Cosmo could see the big boy was smitten, so it wasn’t entirely surprising when Jacob crawled into Coz’s bed on his third night there, asking if it was okay if they slept together. They did do some sleeping after that, but not much. And Jacob’s been growing his own thin beard out since he likes Cosmo’s thick one so much, which’ll probably make them look related eventually.
Admittedly, Jacob’s an amazing package. Cosmo’s transfixed by the patterns of the boy’s body hair, which is light in volume but covers almost every inch of him, swirling like currents in water over his chest and back and growing unshaved up his neck to join with his hairline and beard. It’s got to be one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen on a man. Two years younger, but physically larger than Cosmo, Jacob’s been at the Station for a few years now, having nearly exhausted the teaching syllabus and become an instructor himself. He’s been quite open about his partner, Trent, who’s usually busy and not around much, but Cosmo is clearly the center of his attention. When Cosmo pressed him about this, Jacob replied, shrugging, “People come and go a lot here…” Coz doesn’t know what this means. Is Jacob looking for another relationship? Coz doesn’t expect to be here longer than the seventeen-day initial training period. But every night, his flashing, silver dreams seem to pull him a little further in.
CONDUIT:
Middle of the night. Cosmo surfaces out of sleep for a few seconds when he feels the mattress shiver. His bleary eyes register Jacob’s wide frame in the dark, standing up from the bed and padding over to the bathroom door, then he’s drifting back under to sleep, like sliding below the surface of a warm, comfortable bath…
The flashing room assembles itself in hues of pewter around him, overpowering heat and a comfortable claustrophobia already familiar. The other two have been waiting, and they move in on him fast, silver tracers flying behind them in the air.
Mitch is on him first, pressing Coz’s face against a wall he can’t see, hot, rough tongue lapping at the sweat on his neck and jaw from behind. As usual, he can’t hear anything above the deafening, atmospheric roaring of what sounds like a jet engine warming up about five feet away.
FLASH! as Mitch pushes his thick erection brutally inside Cosmo’s clutching sphincter. They both cry out, unheard.
FLASH! as the wall he’s braced against is no longer there and Sean’s powerful arms are forcing his upper body down where, seizing Coz’s hair in a painful grip, he begins to pump his wide cock in and out of Coz’s mouth. It’s fast and savage, and Coz would normally have choked at this rough handling of his throat, but he just relaxes, feeling himself become a kind of pleasure-tube for the insane lusts of the other two, letting them both use him and finding fulfillment in the act. The whole room seems to be turning silver.
FLASH! It’s his turn now. Sean’s face groans excruciatingly as Cosmo fucks him, faster and harder than he’s ever put anyone through, an expansive sensation of bliss rockets through him. Sean squeezes him tighter, Coz fucks even harder, wanting to hurt him now and they’re both screaming their fierce pleasure at each other.
FLASH! Briefly, he wonders where Mitch went, then receives his answer as Mitch’s cock pounds down his throat. The newly silver world loses most of its defining features, leaving him floating in freefall as his throat contracts around Mitch’s burning meat. Silver and blue flash behind his eyes, and he can feel fingers, heat and two cocks, one down his throat and another one he holds onto like a saddle-horn as he fucks an ass he can’t see. The roaring of the jet is coming out of his own mouth now, and the other two as well. All three of them are hollow, mere vessels for the energy that uses them as a conduit. No more personality or identity, it has been blown out like dust from a rarely-used whistle, a wind-storm in a cave. There is nothing left but the silent sound and argent sensations that have left the body far behind.
He comes back to himself, back out from the void, fucking furiously. It takes him a few seconds to recognize the sound of his own labored panting and groaning, to realize that it’s a noise he’s making himself and not just an atmospheric anomaly. Jacob’s probably even louder, hunched on the mattress in front of him, taking Cosmo’s vicious screw like a pro. His head weaves around in abandoned delirium, singing in agonized bliss, swelling his torso as he takes it.
Cosmo responds by knocking Jacob’s bulk onto its side and pounding faster, grinning bestially as Jacob’s cries go up a notch, holding onto the bigger man’s massive tool (Jesus Fuck, his cock can get huge!) for leverage, roaring while he plows his way to blessed release. He can feel he’s almost there when a sobbing Jacob’s leaking cock begins to unload violently in his hand. He sees the first two spurts hit the wall, and after that Coz doesn’t see anything. His vision goes askew as his own orgasm takes him in its mouth like a pitbull and shakes him almost lifeless.
As soon as he’s aware of anything again, he’s lying, exhausted and still breathing hard, in the disarray of soaked bedding with a shaking Jacob. Their hands caress their bodies in the dark. They kiss what they can reach.
Slowly, by degrees, they relax into a spooned position together, Jacob rubbing his bearded chin over Cosmo’s shoulder, his big cock stuck comfortably between the other’s legs.
“Goddamn, you’re a fucking live-wire,” he breathes into Coz’s ear. “I’m gonna miss this when you leave. Maybe you should think about sticking around, man.”
Cosmo doesn’t know how to tell him what he hasn’t told anyone else either. About Sean and Mitch. About the flashing room. About the most intense experience he’s ever had and his deep longing to have it again.
GENERATOR:
They know he’s out here. Both of them. He can feel it. They won’t come out after him. They’re busy, got their hands full. He’ll have to go in there if he wants to join them. He knows if he goes in, he might not come out again.
He’s not ready.
It’s all he thinks about any more.
Cosmo stands across the hall and stares at the door of the flashing room. He knows now that he’s been in there the whole time. A piece of him has never left. He’s with them already. All he has to do is walk inside. Open the door.
“Hey.”
Cosmo looks down the hallway, coming back to himself, taking a second to try to recognize the man speaking, walking closer to him. Jacob. That’s right.
“What’s up, man? Where’ve you been? I waited in your room for hours. When I asked around, no one’s seen you all day. Are you alright? What’s going on?”
Cosmo doesn’t know how to answer, but when Jacob comes closer, they fall into the embrace they’ve shared so often, and it’s such a relief Coz lets his weary head fall forward onto Jacob’s shoulder. Jacob’s large hands stroke his body. He feels himself begin to shiver.
“Do you know what time it is?” Jacob asks him softly.
Cosmo shakes his head. He’s not even sure who he is any longer. But he remembers Jacob, who feels good to him.
“Come on, bud,” Jacob assists him in walking back in the direction of Cosmo’s room. Cosmo plods like a zombie next to him, like someone who hasn’t used his muscles in years.
Just before they turn the corner, there’s an abrupt FLASH! from under the door. Jacob doesn’t notice, but Cosmo’s head twists round at the same instant, catching sight of it and stopping in his tracks.
Jacob glances at him curiously, looks back in the same direction but sees nothing out of the ordinary. “What’s wrong?” he asks, obvious concern in his voice.
Cosmo can’t bring himself to speak, to try to explain. Easier to let the other man guide him back to his bed, to lie like a ragdoll next to Jacob’s bulk in the sheets.
To wait for sleep and the inevitable mad, quicksilver dream to begin again.
CONFERENCE:
“You’re worried about Cosmo,” RJ says.
Jacob nods. “How’d you know?”
“I’ve got two cameras in that hallway you where found him, and a week ago I had to go in and pull him out of Mitch and Sean’s clutches.”
“No disrespect meant, but is there something wrong with just locking their door on the outside?”
“That’s what Caleb thinks.” RJ sighs. “I’ve considered it, but it sets a precedent I’m not sure would be helpful in the long term. So far, the only locks in the Station lead to the outside world. No restrictions inside, is the general philosophy.”
“Even in an area where you keep nitroglycerin that looks like people?”
“I’ve been watching them as closely as possible. To be frank, I’ve been expecting more trouble than this. It’s hard to be prepared for something of this nature. Nobody saw it coming. Who knows why they slipped into this strange groove together, or why it doesn’t seem to apply to anyone else here but Cosmo. Watching their development, ‘post-human’ is a term Caleb and I have been using more and more. I had them both put through physical exams early this morning, so they had to take a break for that. I had a chance to talk to them about it. It’s getting harder to communicate with them, like their capacity for human language is in a state of atrophy. They’ve become mercurial as hell, but they were cooperative. I suspect they’re becoming telepathic together. They no longer speak to each other. It’s like dealing with one organism in two different bodies. They made it clear that they very much want Cosmo back with them.”
Jacob obviously doesn’t want to hear this. His face twists on itself in frustration. “Can’t we do something? RJ, they’re tearing him up!”
“That’s going to depend on what Cosmo wants. Think of this like space exploration. We don’t know anything about the territory they’ve found their way into. I think it would be useful to have someone reporting back. Neither Mitch nor Sean seem to have much connecting them to the mundane world now, but from what you’ve said, it looks like Cosmo has a foot in both areas. He’s probably our best chance to study this phenomenon from the inside.”
“And what if it kills him?”
“I don’t think it will. That’s why Mitch and Sean got their physicals. Against all my expectations, they’re holding up. They’ve got almost no body fat at this point, but their bones, muscles, nervous systems aren’t breaking down under the pressure. Their personalities are changing, making them a little hard to reach, but they seem to be healthy.”
Jacob’s face has gone a sickly shade of pale. This conversation isn’t putting his mind at ease.
“Look,” offers RJ, “Cosmo’s initial training is almost over. I was planning his Initiation for sometime over the next five days. I’ll just do it sooner. It won’t be any trouble to introduce him to some additional techniques that should give him a more stable footing when he’s in close proximity to the Generator.”
“I guess I just wish I could help somehow.”
“You can. Cosmo likes you, I can tell. And he’s going to need a good reason to leave that room periodically. Without you, we might lose him entirely.”
BIONAUT:
There was a cave full of blooming roses. There was an altar. There was a full-moon-lit garden. There was RJ, naked and magnificent. And a cleansing sacrament, consumed enthusiastically. A sense of rebirth.
For two days after that, RJ put him through a boot camp of extremely advanced yogic and breathing practices. By the time RJ was satisfied, Coz had so much control over his autonomic nervous system, it felt uncanny. It made sex with Jacob even more intense than it had been. Both their heads were spinning by the time they took a breather.
The following morning, Cosmo’s ready to answer the call, standing in the hall before the sealed door to the flashing room. He’s naked, there’s really no point in wearing clothes where he’s going. RJ and Caleb stand to his left, Jacob on his right with an affectionate arm around his waist.
“Don’t forget your breathing,” RJ advises.
“I’ll be waiting when you come back out,” Jacob tells him.
Cosmo nods, anxious on the threshold of an unfamiliar world. Caleb opens the door. The atmosphere in the corridor changes instantly, becoming weightier, warmer.
FLASH!
Breaking a sweat already, with his ears roaring, the explorer steps through, and into the ferocious whirlpool of the unknown.
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